#machine orange your juice sword?

[fighterjetfucker3000]

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#shitpost #swordsmachine #i took a stupid amount of time to make this #i should be doing HOMEWORK but no he's OJ #oranges your juice #or wait would that be swords your machine? #sword juices your orangesmachine #orange swords your juicemachine #machine orange your juice sword? #juices your machine???????? 😭 #maybe not that last one #or maybe... #😈

[kassandras-one-braincell]

Kassandra x Fem!Reader - The Most Peculiar Wingman

Can be found on AO3 here.

Summary: You recently moved into a new flat and you’re hearing some rather unusual sounds from your next-door neighbour’s abode. You’re worried the mysterious woman next door is involved in something dangerous. Kassandra is worried that you’re the landlord about to bust her for her lease violation.

(Sorry if you don’t like coffee and/or you speak fluent Greek.)

Word count: 2568

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Damn, you’ve lucked out with your new flat. The area is pleasant, the décor is tasteful – the windowsills could use a bit more greenery, but you’ll get to that – and the letting agent wasn’t a dick. Zero hassle with bills, minimal scuffs on the walls…it’s bizarre how simple your moving process has been.

But nothing can be perfect, can it?

Over the few days you’ve lived in your new home, you noticed some rather disconcerting sounds coming from the apartment next door. Nothing that disrupts your sleep, thankfully, although your post-unpacking nap was interrupted by a very loud thud against the thin wall connecting the two flats. Thumps, crashes and very disgruntled cursing in a language you can’t quite place tend to crop up in quick succession once or twice a day. Today, though, the odd sounds seem to be omnipresent.

The strange symphony is starting to get alarming; you’re beginning to ponder if the seemingly perpetually angry woman next door is involved in violence…or, forbid, organised crime? That would certainly explain the forceful thuds and grumbling. God, what if she manages to rope you into her shenanigans? What if she is armed?

After a loud bang and an exasperated “oh, fuck you” reverberates into your apartment, you decide to investigate.

Anxiously, you pop on some slippers and step into the hall, locking the door behind you (‘I’m not about to get robbed less than a week after moving,’ you think to yourself, ‘Oh, shit, I need to get insurance…’). Stomach churning with speculation, you make the arduous four-metre trek to your neighbour’s door. Biting your lip, you rap your knuckles against the wood.

A chorus of panicked shuffling echoes through the door, causing your throat to tighten. Footsteps sprint from one side of the room to the other, the sound of shattering ceramic shrill against the heavy thudding. “Shit, shit, shit, shit,” the woman hisses, muffled by the walls, followed by some shushing and the rattling of something metal. Who is this woman, what the fuck is she hiding, why am I doing this—

Suddenly, the door swings open, revealing…oh, wow.

Your neighbour is an amazon.

Flawless bronze skin, chocolate hair strewn into an unruly braid, tall and shredded with lean muscle. Her eyes are a gorgeous tawny brown, the split second of alarm disappearing from her gaze, replaced by a sparkle that makes your heart hammer against your chest. Very kissable lips upturn into a charming smile, bringing your attention to a small scar above her upper lip quirking adorably. A deeper scar sits on her nose, and the pang of anxiety returns, but your eyes need only flicker back to hers and it melts away.

“You’re not the landlord,” she says with a rich accent and curious lilt. Your cheeks feel warm.

“Uhm, hi.” You fiddle with your thumbs, mouth suddenly dry. “Sorry, I moved in a few days ago next door. I just heard some loud noises and was wondering if everything was alright?”

Lips curving furthermore, she braces her arms on the doorframe above and, fuck, are they nice arms. Sun-kissed, bulging against her white t-shirt, three gnarly rings cutting into her right bicep that just scream to be touched. Is this her distraction tactic?

“Oh, sorry about that. I hope I wasn’t too much of a disturbance?”

When you finally pry your eyes from her arms, a tiny smirk registers on her handsome face. Bashful, you stammer, “No, it’s fine. But, uh, what caused it, if I may ask?”

The woman cranes her neck to scan the hall. “Can you keep a secret?”

Mob boss? Arms dealer? Axe murderer?

Clearly, your nervous speculations are apparent, because her eyes widen slightly. “Don’t worry, lovely, it’s nothing dangerous. I just have a pet bird.”

Breathing a shaky sigh of relief, you run a hand through your hair. Just a bird. Just a bird. Her face relaxes back into a casual smile. A fresh wave of warmth caresses your cheeks at the name she gave you.

Chuckling, you joke, “Must be one big bird.”

“He’s…an eagle.”

You blink back your shock. “How on earth did you manage to get a pet eagle?”

She laughs, the melody warm and addictive. “Poor fucker followed me all the way from Kefalonia. I didn’t have it in me to say goodbye, even if it violates the lease.” Her tone is affectionate, despite her less-than-endearing name for the bird. Pushing back from the door frame – hands flexing wonderfully while she does so – she gestures for you to step in. “Come and meet him, if you’d like.”

Everything about this woman is so inviting, you can’t help but gravitate into her apartment.

“I don’t think I caught your name?” you ask shyly.

“Kassandra,” she replies, flipping the ‘r’ in her buttery accent. “And what can I call you?”

Anything you fucking want. “(Y/N) is fine,” you manage, debating whether her flat is hot or your face is akin to a beetroot.

“That’s a lovely name. Suits you perfectly,” she winks. She saunters over to a shelf with a blanket hastily thrown over it. You can’t help but observe her firm-looking behind through her jeans. Kassandra tugs away the blanket, revealing a large eagle sitting grumpily in a cage. It remains put when she unlocks the cage, standing almost defiantly.

“Don’t be like that, Ikaros,” she chastises. The eagle – Ikaros – begrudgingly flies out of his confines, perching atop the sofa in the middle of the open-plan room. “He’s gentle, I promise.” You’re doubtful, but he isn’t making any sudden moves.

“He just likes winding you up?”

“Loves it,” she grins. “He’s a little bitter I put him on a diet since he was getting a bit fat. That’s why he’s been throwing some tantrums lately.”

You smile as she scratches the top of his head before heading to the kitchen. “Can I get you anything to drink?” Kassandra asks, giving you another heart-melting beam. “I have coffee, orange juice, I might have some tea somewhere—”

“Coffee would be nice, thank you.” She asks your preference and you state it, taking in the layout of her apartment. The place gave off a very homely, Mediterranean vibe, with warm colours and white furnishings. A few hand-painted ceramic vases were dotted about – maybe she did pottery – alongside some family photographs. Atop the dining table was a woven basket brimming with ripe fruits, as well as a laptop with a pile of messy papers next to it.

“Have a seat, get comfy,” she calls over the whirring of an expensive looking coffee machine. Shyly you take the chair by the unoccupied end of the dining table. Feeling nosy, you scan the documents by her laptop, but the handwriting was all in Greek.

A minute later, Kassandra joins you with a steaming mug in her hand. “Your coffee, madame,” she announces with a pantomimic bow, evoking a laugh.

“Merci,” you thank her. “How would I say that in Greek?”

“Efharistó,” she replies. You test the word hesitantly, wincing on the second syllable, making her laugh. “Not bad,” she chuckles.

“I butchered it.”

“Try it a little softer,” she smiles, lowering her voice, giving it a sensual cadence that made your head spin. Oh, she knows she’s attractive.

“Efharistó,” you border on whisper, gay little brain surging with the overwhelming instinct to do whatever she tells you.

“There we go!” The proud quirk of her lips is all you need to see.

Feeling your cheeks flush, you bring the coffee mug to your lips, hoping the steam from the beverage will help mask your fluster. You blow on the liquid and take a sip, immediately regretting the decision as you scorch your tastebuds, repressing the urge to hiss in favour of looking cool for the hot Grecian.

“Do you, um,” you start, ignoring the numbness of your tongue, “work from home?” You wave your hand at the paperwork by her seat.

“As often as my job lets me.”

“What do you do?”

“I’m a museum curator,” Kassandra beams, evidently proud of her job. “A glorified history nerd who couldn’t be fucked with the extra academia, basically.” You snort against the mug, nearly spluttering coffee over her. Smooth.

“What time in history?” Her eyes sparkle at the question, passion shining through her irises.

“Mostly the classics, ancient Greece and Rome and all that. But I did my thesis on the evolution of weaponry.” You prop your chin up on your hand as she talks, eyes lazily focused on her lips. If not for the conviction in her tone, you would have zoned out and chased some daydream about kissing those lips. Kassandra reclines back in her chair. “Enough about me, though. Tell me about yourself.”

“You sounded really passionate, though. I don’t mind if you keep talking about your job.” God, you sound like a dizzy schoolgirl who’s hot for teacher. You scald yourself with another sip of coffee in reprimanding.

Kassandra’s eyes twinkle. “I don’t usually invite beautiful women into my home to ramble about cool swords.” You blush and set down your coffee.

The two of you talk for quite some time, getting to know each other, peppering in the occasional flirtatious remark. In her company, you somehow simultaneously feel comfortable and skittish. She’s so relaxed and easy-going, but her physique and seductive demeanour fills your stomach with butterflies.

An irritated squawk cut your conversation short.

Kassandra shoots Ikaros a look before turning back to you. “Sorry about him.”

You shake your head. “It’s fine, really. Damn… What was I saying again?” you ask sheepishly.

Squawk.

“Nevermind, I was probably babbling anyway,” you dismiss, sipping on your now cold beverage.

Kassandra chuckles softly. “Don’t be silly, you have the voice of an angel. You could read me the dictionary and I’d still be interested.” She probably said this to every woman she took a liking to, but you can’t bring yourself to care, far too flustered and feeling, for once, special.

Squawk.

Her eye practically twitches in anger as Ikaros flies over to the windowsill, makes unwavering eye-contact with his owner, and shits on the wood.

Kassandra looks like she wants to be euthanised.

“My god,” she mutters as you burst out laughing. She awkwardly rubs the back of her neck and grimaces, mouth parted as if trying to form some kind of apology for her eagle’s behaviour.

“I’m guessing you’re used to being the only one doing the flustering?” you tease, trying to lighten the mood.

Her disgraced expression shifted back to a playful one. “If I say yes, do I sound like a whore?”

Grinning, you shake your head. “A little cocky, perhaps.”

“I’ll take cocky.” She winks and gets up. “Your coffee is probably cold, can I get you a fresh one?”

“Oh, no, thank you. I’m fine.”

“The finest,” she smirks.

“Real smooth,” you roll your eyes, smiling regardless.

Ikaros caws from the windowsill, as if mocking Kassandra’s advances. Once again, her effortless charm dissolves into a look of frustration. She grabs kitchen towels and a bottle of disinfectant from by the sink and walks over to the window, nudging the eagle so he’d move out of the way. “Maláka,” she groans, cleaning up the mess from the surface. “Μη μου το χαλάς αυτό,” she mutters to Ikaros, earning a confused look. Kassandra sighs. “Usually I wait until after the first date before introducing a beautiful lady to this little shit. That way people don’t immediately think I’m just a weird bird lesbian.”

Testing the waters, you remark, “I happen to quite fancy women with an affinity for animals.” You bite your lip and add, “And, well, you’re…very attractive.”

Smugly, Kassandra finishes disinfecting the windowsill and walks to the kitchen with a little more vigour, your compliment proving to be an ego boost.

Once again deprived of attention, Ikaros decides to flap over and join you at the table. Instinctively, you flinch as the large bird flies in your direction, but all he does is stare at you, trying to analyse the stranger in his home.

“Does – does he bite?” you ask, hesitantly standing up.

Kassandra discards the kitchen towel in the bin, washing her hands. “No, he’s very kind to everyone who isn’t me.” She flashes you a wicked grin. “I only bite when asked.”

Stammering, you choke on air, struggling to find a response. Ikaros gives her a disappointed look.

“Shit, too forward?”

You shake your head. “Not at all,” you blush. “I’ve just…never met anyone quite like you before.” Ikaros seemingly gives you a judgemental leer, and you swiftly find yourself adding, “I-in a good way, that is!”

“Oh?” Her brow is upturned, her interest piqued.

“It’s…exciting.” The eagle shuffles towards you and nuzzles your hand, apparently deciding you’re worthy of his affections. The dark feathers atop his head are surprisingly soft to touch. Smiling, you give his head a few pats, inhibitions to the wind when cute little coos vibrate from his throat. “I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

“I think it’s adorable,” Kassandra says softly.

You look up. “Really?”

“Really.” She joins the two of you and plucks a damson from the fruit bowl, feeding it to Ikaros while you pet him. “You’re the loveliest person to have ever set foot in this building, that’s for sure.”

Ikaros cocks his head in agreement. His beady eyes meet yours, damson juice dribbling from his beak. Do it, he’s silently telling you.

Screw it, let’s shoot our shot.

You clear your throat, mustering up some courage. “Are you free next weekend?”

Kassandra beams amorously. “I was about to ask you the same thing,” she grins. “How does dinner sound?”

Fuck yes. “Really good,” you blurt out excitedly.

“There’s this great Persian restaurant a couple streets over. I’ll book us a table?”

You gasp, having seen the building on the drive when you were moving in. “The place with the garden and the pretty lights, right?”

“That’s the one.”

“Sounds amazing.” Red in the face and heart pounding, your eyes dart about the apartment, fearing that you’ll combust if you look at Kassandra any longer. They settle on Ikaros, who gently butts his head against your hand, almost like a fist-bump. “Well, uh, I have a home insurance company to ring up, so I should probably get going,” you stutter.

“I won’t keep you, then,” Kassandra says, a tinge of disappointment in her tone. Ikaros squawks sadly.

“Thank you for the coffee.”

“It was my pleasure. Thank you for staying,” she winks. The eagle coos in agreement. You give him one last pat before walking to the front door.

“Oh, before you leave, there is something you should know…” Kassandra calls, moving over to you. She delicately takes your hand, frying your brain, and leans down to your ear. You feel faint. Lowly, she whispers, “…Our Hermes guy likes to drop-kick our parcels.”

Snorting, you look up at her in disbelief. I mean, what was I expecting? A kiss? Get a grip, woman. Kassandra laughs at your expression. “Use the amazon locker down the road instead.”

“You’re amazing,” you murmur, grinning. “I’ll probably see you before next weekend, but bye, I guess?”

“Chaire,” she bids softly, opening the door for you.

When the door closes behind you, you let out a ragged breath, excitement coursing through your veins.

You are so glad you moved here.

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( The Greek clause is meant to say "Don't blow this for me" but I used 5 different translators and all 5 came back with slightly different things and I sort of ip-dip-doo'd it and chose one at random...sorry. )

#kassandra of sparta #kassandra x reader #sapphic september #assassin's creed odyssey #modern au

[scrappedtogether]

Thoughts on Sword and the Scoob:

***Spoilers under the cut***

The Positives:

I thought this movie was better than Happy Halloween

Daphne dancing was cute. I also loved that Fred pretty much immediately joined in and then Shaggy and Scooby did too.

Liked the “I love your hair” joke

Daphne&Fred + “Knight in Shining Armor” moment = adorable

Fred’s knight outfit was easily my fav

I loved the montage of them all taking selfies. Super cute!

I actually really enjoyed King Arthur. I love the Gang, of course, but I’m also a sucker for a good ole sixth addition. His camaraderie with Shaggy was sweet. I also like the change-up that comes with the dynamics whenever the Gang befriends someone who isn’t as nice as they are.

Daphne’s A+ fighting, jousting, and archery was a pleasure to watch

Scooby saying that Fred was also his knight in shining armor 👌

Fred saying that he’s an artist when talking about how good he is at making traps

“Velma’s usually right about these things” 👏 Fred

Shaggy drinking respect women juice and saying women can do whatever they want and also that some are scary 😤👍 my boy

Velma letting Daphne be Ariel and sit where she wanted on the Dragon 🥺

Scooby refusing to eat while Shaggy was in danger

Shaggy and Scooby dancing and celebrating together when they think Morgan’s been defeated

Fred touching Shaggy’s face a bunch when he first sees the Castle

^Also Scooby licking Shaggy’s face after they found him

Shaggy being asked if he’s alright by the Gang and responding “I am now that you guys are here.” 😭

Daphne calling the Gang “Dudes”

Norville being a family name

Shaggy not wanting to own land because people invested in real estate tend to be kinda evil 😂

King Arthur’s cute little reflection about whether Shaggy was his mate or not and then saying he was at least the closest thing he ever had to one. I KNOW IT WASNT REAL GUYS BUT IT WAS IN MY HEAAART

I enjoyed the callbacks to all the previous media with the sleep gas fog

The Gang holding hands in a circle while falling toward the ground (though, I don’t understand how they went from being in the air to then landing safely on the ground — was the flying through the air thing a dream? they would have still been moved though, right?)

I thought the picture disappearing thing was actually cool and a neat way to raise the stakes. It’s nothing that hasn’t been done before but I wasn’t expecting them to implement it and I liked how it worked to move the plot forward in a way that felt natural. (Also Daph had it as her lockscreen, I’m 🥺)

Mystery machine wagon was cool

I thought the gag with Arthur being happy Lancelot got beaten up was pretty good

Sidenote: Jason Isaacs killed it

Fred giving Daphne his ascot

SIR FRED SIR DAPHNE

Fred slapping the plate of food out of Shaggy’s hands was probably the best joke of the whole movie

A Few Negatives:

This movie along with the last few has been a bit over saturated I think??? I can’t tell if it’s me or my monitor or what but I feel like the colors have been turned up a bit lately. I thought this film wasn’t as bad as Happy Halloween (which had really bright greens, pinks, and oranges that were too much for my eyes) but still a little intense

Budget constraints in general mean the animation’s a little lower in quality but nothing that detracts from the viewing experience

Gaslight was not something I ever expected to hear in a Scooby movie. Writers were clearly not using the word in the same context as it’s most used nowadays but it still threw me for a sec

Really didn’t like Velma saying she only watched Thundarr for the abs. Seemed very un-Velma 😬 Also initially thought she was going to have cute bonding over books with the librarian lady but nope, definitely not where that went

Some of the dialogue was hard to follow, just a couple scene where the exchanges were a bit quick/oddly-paced. Also some of the jokes didn’t land for me but that’s nothing unusual, especially since this movie is FULL of humor so a few not doing it for me is expected, and mostly to taste. I have no doubt the film will make you laugh at least once if not multiple times (like it did for me) so 😉

Wish they’d handled the joke about Fred’s susceptibility just a little differently.

(Not a negative just a related note) But everything he said about his Dad. 😧 Very Concerned for my son

Forgetting to charge the phone was a little contrived but ultimately necessary and forgivable

I guess airline ticket prices were the real monster are along....

#Fred Jones #Daphne Blake #Sword and the Scoob #sword and the scoob spoilers #I’m going to wait a few more days before reblogging any Sword and the Scoob posts to give everyone the best possible chance of avoiding #spoilers and when I do start to reblog SatS posts I’ll be tagging them ‘sword and the scoob spoilers’ so please blacklist if you’ll #be avoiding spoilers past Fri because that’s when I’ll start reblogging spoilery posts #overall happy with this film. excited for the next. :) #Scooby Doo #Shaggy Rogers #Velma Dinkley

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

in honor of the rf4 special coming to the us + people starting to play it, here’s an old guide i made for someone:

HOW TO Get All Your Crafting Skills Real High (Real Fast)

for forging/crafting:

grab your hammer. head out to selphia plain. right around the town gates + in yokmir forest is a ton of iron ore nodes. mine them all. get ALL the iron. go back to your forge/crafting table and

start making broadswords and iron shields (broadswords if you’re grinding forging, shields for crafting)

specifically these items, because both only take one iron to make. nothing else. dont use all your iron on them though. you want ideally 9 ore for every one sword/shield you make. i specify 9 because that’s how many you need to

UPGRADE THOSE GUYS right up to level 10 with the leftover iron. depending on your smithing/crafting level this might take all your rp. (optional: get some milk, make yourself a ton of hot milk. not only will they probably refill your rp to full, they give you a +100 boost to it!)

rinse & repeat. make yourself a new hammer whenever you get your forging high enough so you can get more iron (and rarer materials when you start making gear to use). dont fool yourself into thinking youll use bronze or better ores once you start getting good, its not gonna work. stick to iron. im serious, this is literally the fastest way to grind. this method got me from level 1 to 99 before i even beat the game.

for medicine:

figure out the highest level health potion you can make (regeneration/healing/mystery/etc.) all of those just require medicinal herbs (which tbh you should be stockpiling anyway since they’re requested so often from eliza) and some colored grass, and all colored grass can be found in large quantities in a specific location (purple grass in selphia plain, yellow grass in autumn road, white grass in sechs territory, etc)*

make as many as you can every day. once again, hot milk is your friend here. at some point you’ll go over the level of the highest level health potion, at which point just craft whatever you can with the rare flowers you’re growing. if you’re trying to max out that is, honestly once you can craft the best health potions you’re set

for cooking:

honestly there’s no good way to grind cooking. your best bet is to make things you can farm the materials for (or buy really easily), so-

bamboo rice with the basic cooking machine (buy rice from blossom, bamboo rice you can till up from your fields or selphia plains/yokmir)

hot milk with the pot (milk in various sizes drops from the cows near the water ruins, very early in the game)

apple juice with the mixer (apples drop from, aptly, the apple monsters) and various other juices once you find the other fruit-dropping monsters

bread and then toast with the basic appliance and then the oven (its a two-for-one deal. you get the exp from bread AND toast.)

corn on the cob with the oven (corn doesnt drop from enemies but its a regrowing crop thats SUPER easy to grow) - this is the highest-level recipe but it gives you a TON of exp, so def start making it once you can

tl;dr: craft broadswords and iron shields and upgrade them to level ten, gather up all the grass and make the highest level health potion you can, just do whatever’s easiest for cooking

*grass locations in order of (probably) order of the area’s appearance in your game:

green grass: everywhere, but specifically in all the fields and selphia plain (also maya road i think? but by the time you get there you will NOT need it)

purple grass: selphia plain (esp near the field on the screen that’s split in two with the ants and apple monstes)

blue grass: yokmir forest

black grass: obsidian mansion

indigo grass: yokmir cave

yellow grass: autumn road

red grass: delirium lava ruins

orange grass: secezero hill

white grass: sechs territory

#rune factory 4 #rf4 #rune factory 4 special #the nemesis speaks #also psssst look up recipes. dont bother with the breads. i mean you can but why

[nocturnalsleeper]

500 Drawing Prompts

waterfall

wizard's staff

zombies

sandcastle

fangs

tattoo

family crest

spaceship

mythical beast

spooky tree

alien

tropical cocktail

robot

dragon

tombstone

medieval goblets

king's throne

mermaid

vampire

witch's cauldron

tooth fairy

deep sea monster

magic carpet

sculpture

coral reef

wine bottle

statue of liberty

beast

beauty

elephant

Mayan ruins

birds

cameras

bowl of soup

breakfast

lunch

snack

dinner

flower vase

ladder

full moon

bright sun

autumn

summer

spring

winter

butterfly

caterpillar

troll

roller skates

rain boots

weeds

flowers

bedroom

kitchen

dining room

bathroom

egg hatching

wrist watch

night

harvest

pond

raincoat

hat

water bottle

flashlight

sailboat

dandelion

earthworm

bank robber

policeman

superhero

villain

view out a window

cactus

sunflower

mosquito

spider web

star fish

flip flops

lawn chair

trampolines

pots and pans

sword

lighthouse

pie on a windowsill

house plant

soldier

chimney

barbed wire

squirrels

hot sauce

chain

beehive

helicopter

hot dog

venus flytrap

stained glass

sphinx

skateboard

serenity

open book

werewolf

hourglass

tower

camel

Cleopatra

favorite book character

desert

forest

mountains

ocean

pumpkin seed

pine cone

octopus

mannequin

lollipop

something sticky

footprints

tractor

slime

island paradise

sand dune

archer

my favorite outfit

trophies

fishing fly

black hole

cyclops

swan

mirror

microphone

pretzels

newspaper

submarine

scrambled eggs

eel

wave

bike

leather boots

keys

coffee cup

self portrait

snake charmer

playground

sumo wrestler

crystal chandelier

eight ball

secrets

treasure chest

children's toy

something that sparkles

penguin

unicorn

pirate

tribal pattern

suit of armor

pinball machine

erupting volcano

seahorse

ninja

happy monster

futuristic car

three little pigs

magic amulet

yeti

toolbox

fish bones

zipper

carpenter

handcuffs

doll house

mask

telescope

piano

windmill

double sided axe

samurai

ghost

hot air balloon

bubbles

polka dots

plate of cookies

snake scales

pair of socks

high dive

belt

figure skater

fisherman

space

jack-o-lantern

Cinderella's glass slipper

hay bale

bumper cars

cover wagon

spy

fighter jet

parachute

tree bark

radio

art gallery

bow and arrow

pepperoni pizza

snail

bushel of apples

doorknob

talking object

harp

chess pieces

sprinkler

electricity

computer keyboard

presents

barn

plaid

jewelry

ballet

curtains

tripod

sunglasses

bow tie

Saturn's rings

birdcage

swap creature

horse and carriage

banana peel

stapler

toothpaste

thunder storm

movie poster

video game controller

cinnamon sticks

target

skull

elf

alien plant life

first love

new baby

kids jumping

glaciers

shark

scarf

wheelchair

blacksmith

four wheeler

cowboy

crossroads

pedestal

police car

pug

someone who is full of joy

what's under your bed

hieroglyph

dolphin

wooden shield

laughing

jump rope

desk

something big next to something small

taxi

staircase

tomahawk

hummingbird

hedgehog

gorilla

firetruck

soda can

teddy bear

fortune cookie

fruit basket

smirk

game of marbles

crumpled paper

swordfish

alarm clock

goldfish

puppet

salt and pepper shakers

jet pack

time machine

hands

wood fencing

cave mouth

milkshake

high heeled shoes

music

smile

mad scientist

telephone booth

skyscraper

gargoyle

diamond

sushi

brier patch

something that comes in pairs

box of chocolates

brick wall

bat

chicken

bonsai tree

headphones

a new typeface

jellyfish

candy canes

lawn mower

rain puddles

school

lamb

wolf

bed

bowl of popcorn

lampshade

peacock

turtle

bear

ceiling fan

yo-yo

oil spill

kite

invisible man

casino

Abraham Lincoln

ice cream cone

corn on the cob

claws

beekeeper

coins

watermelon

landing on the moon

rotary telephone

brain

rocks

needle in a haystack

picnic basket

fireplace

bottle of poison

genie in a bottle

knight

hammer

acorn

orange

owl

hair

wheel barrel

pyramids

exploding dynamite

shrimp

guitarist

keyboardist

drummer

singer

griffin

carousel horse

bunnies

puppies

board game

a famous painting

stone walkway

maple leaf

lizard

eyes

ears

nose

mouth

leopard

record player

bulldozer

bride

snowman

feather headdress

playing cards

windy day

sleeping bag

dancing skeleton

piggy bank

wizard

evil prince

lantern

beach ball

cherub

sprout

aircraft carrier

olympic swimmer

wedding dress

feather

baseball glove

noodles

cat

dog

happy

sad

angry

relaxed

graffiti

motorcycle

tornado

caveman

pineapple

Lock Ness monster

flag

gas mask

starry sky

dream house

deer

Goldilocks

frog

tadpole

swing

circus clown

earth

cupcake

lace

rocking chair

bravery

Big Ben

doctor

railroad car

parade

Christmas sweater

Ferris wheel

sci-fi gun

medicine cabinet

birthday party

cutlery

great wall of china

umbrella

traffic sign

catapult

light bulb

bamboo

heart

moon colony

sandwiches

juice box

lake house

bushes

hard candy

camouflage

platypus

football helmet

soccer game

balloons

astronaut

missing teeth

memory

jukebox

tulip

ladybug

birthday cake

t-shirt

igloo

golf ball

fossils

your least favorite food

pencil cup

half eaten apple

food with a face

horseshoe

daffodil

castle

tea party

scared

bag of chips

camping

cabin

bonfire

ship

watering can

palm tree

wind chimes

armchair

fireworks

knife

wine cork

waitress

farmer

fountain

last leaf on a tree

saber toothed tiger

grocery store

rainbow

typewriter

engine

bluebird

shooting star

a new invention

school of fish

bearded lady

secret garden

suspension bridge

viking artifact

Eiffel tower

a feast for a king

guitar

tree house

seashell

dinosaur

sea lion

Taj Mahal

your favorite animal in a tuxedo

#art prompt #drawing #drawing prompt #challenge

[singledarkshade]

Sunnydale Centurion

Chapter Twenty-Nine - Hospital Rory paced the waiting room as they waited for word on Buffy. He was annoyed at her for going out on patrol when she clearly wasn’t well. This flu had taken out half the class and Rory had spent the last few days making sure she took cold and flu tablets as well as fresh orange juice in the hopes her natural Slayer strength would be supplemented by them. They hadn’t helped and she was now at the stage she should be in bed.

But Buffy was stubborn and, since the death of Miss Calendar, was determined to ensure Angel didn’t hurt anyone else. They’d all been on edge since Angel had killed their teacher and friend.

Moving closer to the nurses’ station Rory listened in hoping he’d hear something. He’d spent time in the hospital volunteering when he could, so he was a familiar face, and no one paid any attention to him.

“Giles,” Willow’s cry of relief made Rory turn seeing the Watcher walk towards them, concern covering his face.

Giles gave Willow a quick one-armed hug, resting a hand on Xander’s shoulder and nodding to Cordelia. When Rory reached them, Giles looked at him expectantly.

“I couldn’t get any specific information,” he reported, “But she’s in good hands. The doctor treating her is one of the best, according to the nurses at the desk.”

Giles nodded, clapping Rory’s shoulder before asking, “Did someone call her mother?”

“I did,” Cordelia said softly as she sat beside Xander again, resting against him as he took her hand.

Another ten minutes later Joyce Summers came running in, seeing the group she headed over to them, “Where is she?”

“She's with the doctor just now,” Rory spoke up, “Likely they’re giving her fluids and trying to rebalance her system.”

“I want to see her.” Joyce stated, obviously scared and worried.

Cordelia gave her a sympathetic look, “They won’t let us in there,”

“They will let you in,” Rory said, “You’re her mother. I’ll take you over.”

As they reached the desk the Dr Wilkinson, Buffy’s doctor appeared and looked over towards them.

“Mrs Summers?” Dr Wilkinson asked.

“Yes,” Joyce said before asking, “Is Buffy okay?”

Dr Wilkinson gave her a comforting smile, “We were able to stabilise and...”

“Is she okay?” Joyce cut the other woman off insistently.

“She’s going to be fine,” Wilkinson soothed.

They all sighed in relief, Rory wrapping his arm around Willow hugging her close.

 “You’re mad at me,” Buffy said as she looked at Rory sitting in the chair beside her bed, “Aren’t you?”

She’d woken up feeling a lot more coherent and found him watching over her.

“Why would you think that?” Rory asked.

She rolled her eyes, “Because you’ve got that look in your eyes I see when you have to deal with your step-grandparents.”

Rory frowned at her, “You were sick, Buffy and you knew it, so you should have taken the time to get better. Now, you’re here in the hospital and…” he trailed off.

“And?” she demanded.

“If you were in your house,” Rory continued, “Angel can’t get in there, but this is a public building. He can get in here any time he wants and you’re not strong enough to face him just now.”

Buffy winced at the harshness in his voice and shifted slightly before she realised that Rory’s sword was leaning against the chair.

“Are you here to protect me?” she asked stunned.

Rory shrugged, “I have the best chance against him if he comes after you.”

Buffy sighed, too tired to argue with him. Closing her eyes, she murmured, “Where do your mom and step-dad think you are?”

“Staying with Xander,” Rory replied, his voice softening he told her “Try get some rest. You need it to regain your strength, even with your enhanced abilities.”

Letting out a soft sigh, Buffy slipped into a restful sleep comforted to know her friend was watching over her.

 Rory had left Buffy’s room so she could sleep and took up position beside Xander in the hallway. He had become adept at finding ways to carry his sword while keeping it hidden from people. It was strange how comforting he found carrying the weapon, how he felt that it was a part of him, and he didn’t feel right if he missed going through his drills during the day.

There were a few people wandering around, Rory could see a security guard talking with some of the nurses and a few cops nearby. Standing to stretch his legs Rory headed to the vending machine and grabbed some coffee. Turning back he stalled to see Angel, or as he was now Angelus, enter the hospital. Xander stiffened but stood to face the vampire.

“Visiting hours are over,” Xander said, a slight quiver in his voice but he held his ground.

Angelus smirked at him, “Well, I'm pretty much family.”

“Yeah,” Xander replied, “Why don't you come back during the day? Oh, gee, no, I guess you can't.”

Angelus glared at him darkly, “If I decide to walk into Buffy's room, do you think for one microsecond that you could stop me?”

Xander shrugged, “Maybe not. Maybe that security guard couldn't either. Or those cops... or the orderlies... But I'm kinda curious to find out. You game?”

“Besides,” Rory spoke up walking up behind Angelus, “He isn’t alone.”

Angelus turned, looking Rory up and down, “You know they’re lying to you, don’t you? This skill you have now has nothing to do with past lives.”

“My sword is still as sharp,” Rory replied, gripping it tightly as he held his ground.

After several moments, Angelus slammed the flowers he was holding into Xander’s chest, “Tell her I stopped by.”

Xander and Rory watched him leave before they both dropped into their seats in relief.

                                 *********************************************

 Rory walked into the library and put his sword in the armoury. He was relieved Buffy had been released from the hospital so he could put it away. Unfortunately, he couldn’t get what Angelus has said to him out of his mind.

“Rory,” Giles voice made him jump slightly, “Is there anything wrong?”

“What?”

The librarian smiled slightly, “You’ve been standing staring into space for several minutes and it isn’t the look you have when you’re ‘zoned out’.”

Rory grimaced, “Oh. It was just something Angel…Angelus said to me.”

“About?”

Hesitating for a few moments, Rory replied, “He said that you were lying about the fact I’ve accessed past lives.” Giles frowned and Rory quickly continued, “I know he’s just trying to mess with my mind but…the fact I can suddenly use a sword, that I have this knowledge has always disturbed me.”

“Sit down, Rory,” Giles told him.

Doing as he was told Rory watched the librarian disappear into his office before returning with an envelope. He sat across from Rory and took a deep breath.

“I have lied to you,” Giles said softly, holding up his hand to stop Rory saying anything, “Jen…Jenny and I were investigating why you ‘zone out’ and she asked a friend to do a check to see if you had been hit by a spell.”

“Okay,” Rory said softly.

Giles opened the envelope, “She gave him a photograph of each of us and he used a spell to reveal any magic that we had been exposed to.”

Rory took the picture of Buffy seeing an aura surrounding her which he assumed came from her being the Slayer, then the pictures of Xander and Willow both had muted light surrounding them. Seeing Giles was holding another photo, Rory swallowed nervously, “Is that me?”

Giles nodded and slid it across to him. Rory stared at the photograph seeing he was completely enveloped in the blue light.

“I don’t understand,” Rory whispered.

“And I don’t have answers for you,” Giles replied, “I wish I did. I’m sorry I lied to you, Rory but I didn’t want you to worry. From everything I’ve seen and the research I’ve done, there is nothing dangerous about the abilities you have,” he smiled slightly, “To you anyway.”

Rory stared at him for a moment, thinking over everything he’d been told and finally said, “It has given me an ability to help Buffy and protect the others.”

“It has.”

Rory sat in silence for a few more moments before asking, “If you find out anything else, you will tell me?”

Giles nodded, “I promise.”

With a slight nod, Rory stood and shrugged, “I should get to class.”

“Rory,” Giles called after him, “You know if you need to talk, I’m here.”

Giving the older man a smile, Rory left the library just as the bell rang.

#fic #doctor who #rory williams #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy summers #xander harris #rupert giles #angelus

[cuthie]

Omru: Stuff

  The Vol’dun sun was baking the sand beneath Omru’s paws, not a cloud in the sky to grant even a sliver of reprieve. Sand, sun and danger were the three most common elements of home, so far as Om was concerned. Not that anyone ever truly became immune to their effects, regardless of how ‘used to it’ they were. Chewing on his nails, the little fox boy trotted his way through the dunes, his free hand reaching reflexively for a knapsack that wasn’t there. Those slithering scaley bois better not have taken off with his goods. He had weapons, clothes, knick knacks, trinkets and all kinds of cool stuff in his pack when he had been abducted.  Exhaling through his nose, Omru’s bright orange eyes flickered towards Pazaz. Om was used to the heat, but even the trolls of Zandalar tend to sweat buckets out here. How was the green guy in the blue hoodie not sweltering at this point?

“Does your kind sweat?”

The goblin turned to look at Omru over his shoulder, not bothering to stop walking, “Yeah, of course. Just like yous guys, we sweat through our fuggin tongues.”

“Oh. Wait, what? Through your tongues? I don’t get it.”

  The cackle that came in response sounded almost mean to Omru’s ears. It wasn’t, in intention, it was just.. A wicked laugh. He wasn’t sure if that was something unique to Paz or their species in general. “Yo, just yankin yin’s chain kid. Lil dog humor, s’all. Nah, we sweat. Hell, back home my folks is mostly made’a sweat. Sweat an motor oil. Nasty lil boogers, most of’em. They don’t clean up so good like you an me.”

“Oh. Just used to extreme temperatures, then?”

  Paz shook his head, turning his attention forward again, “Nah. Told ya, elementals friendo. My babe, Luft, is a formless elemental. Best friend I eva made. She’s keepin’ me cool. Like my own private A.C.”

“What’s an A.C.?”

“Air conditionomatic machine. Makes hot places mo’ cooler. Goblin invention, don’t let tha gnomes tell ya otherwise.”

“Gnomes?”

“Short little nosy brats who get punted out of bars for bein’ dung beetles. They build stuff that’s second rate. The Alliance engineers, kindy like what us Bilgewater is for Horde.”

“Bilgewater?”

  “Oh my wow. You really just don’t know nothin’, do yous? Bilgewater Cartel. Like one big dysfunctional family what steals from one another and is always stabbin someones in the back. Tha only goblins what joined the Horde. Plenny’a cartels out there. Mo money in remainin neutral in this war.”

“You were talking about that earlier. Your Horde is fighting the Alliance. Burned down their homes and killed their children in a fire, right?”

  It was Paz’s turn to sigh, “Yeah. It’s complicated. Horde and Alliance has been at war since forever. But we got ourselves a real asshole for a warchief. Like, she’s downright evil. Trust me, you don’t want nothin’ to do with her. Keep ya head down til this is all over.”

“If you’re so against it, why not leave?”

“Ain’t so simple. All my friends and family is Horde. Whether they’re innocent or not, Alliance gonna be out for blood, kennit? I don’t wanna hurt nobody what don’t need they’s asses kicked, but I can’t just shove my hands in my pockets and read about my friends deaths in the Obits, ya know?”

“What’s an obits?”

  Paz pivoted on his heels to turn around atop a swollen mass of sand, “This is the problem with hermits. You may as well be a fuggin Pandy. No, at least they was social. Had cities and stuff. Kid, ya gotta million questions, but even if we talk all week, ya ain’t gonna get edjamicated. Ya know? If ya really -really- wanna know about the world, ya gotta get out of Azeroth’s largest sand trap. We gotta expression where I live, it’s called, ‘Where ya been, livin under a rock.’ And for you folks, that’s literal!”

  Omru folded his hands behind his head, daring to look up at the sky as the smallest of baby clouds came out of nowhere to dip beneath the sun. Woo, that’s a good luck sign. “They’re called burrows and they’re comfy. Buut, I can’t lie. Your way of life sounds way more interesting. Why don’t you take me with you?”

  Paz shrugged his shoulders, “I mean, iffens ya want, sure. I could use the company. I gotta list of errands to run, but I can always pick ya up. Besides, yous people helped the Horde out, Horde helped you out, we made fast friends. Could prolly put you on a boat.”

“You know, it’s not exactly uncommon to hear of a vulpera who abandoned the sands for a life at sea.”

  Paz grinned, “Yeah, I know. I been to Tiragarde. Anyways, check it out, we’re five minutes from where I found yous.”

  As the goblin pointed ahead towards the mountain ridge, Omru’s gut knotted up. How long had he been enslaved? A few months, for sure. Maybe longer. Slavery wasn’t just a Setharak thing. Humans did a lot of it, Trolls even more so. As they traveled closer and closer to the slave mine, Omru went over it again for perhaps the hundredth time. He had been looking to scavenge at a small stone building, could have been the beginnings of a small temple. The sands had a way of hiding and then uncovering all kinds of lost architectures. One minute he had been eating a popkin, a sandwich of sorts, the next he had been fighting against half a dozen snakeholes. They had stripped him of all his gear and brought him here, to the mines.

  A pair of shadows crossed the sky, but as Omru looked up, there was nothing there. Whatever it was had moved fast. Or maybe this place was just putting him on edge and he was seeing things. Only thing up there was that little baby cloud.

“How’s the clothes fit, by the by?”

  Omru grinned as Paz looked back at him again. “Little loose, but I tied it all down well enough. I’ve worn baggier. Just lucky you rescued me and not some hulking Tortollan. Though, their kind only help people in exchange for stories. Not that they’re jerks or anything, they’re just ancient and nosy.”

“Everyone’s nosy, kid. Just the way of the world. You uh.. Gonna be okay in here? I could poke around for yins, if ya.. Ya know. Can’t do it.”

Omru bit at his nails again, snipping just the tiniest chip off his index fingernail and spitting it out onto a hardened tan rock. “Thanks, man. I’ll be alright.”

Paz nodded, then lit up a torch and stepped inside.

  Omru had spent three nights recuperating with Paz. He had been reduced to fur and bones by the time the goblin had saved him, but the rejuvenation magicks from the water totem had been no joke. Over that time, the two had shared plenty of tales, including Om’s capture. How he had been working the mines here with a dozen other vulpera. How he had rebelled time and time again, perhaps once a month for half a year or so? He managed to kill one of the guards on his last attempt. Then, as he had finally found his necklace and put it on, everything had went black. He had woken up in chains, stretched out and unable to activate the wooden totem.  If they were smart, they would have killed him, especially considering the magic he had used against their sorcerers back at the maybe-a-temple. However, when push came to shove, their magick was simply stronger than his had been. Bunch of dicks.

--

“Is you sure at’s all yours? Seems like a lot, s’all I’m sayin’.”

  Omru patted himself down, smoothing out the leather armor, adjusting his belt, feeling his pouches, his weapon hilts and the heft of his knapsack. He had found everything in just a few short hours. In a sing song voice, he piped up, “Got my grappling hook, check. Got my swords, my daggers. Got that acidic bug juice, got a naked troll woman carving. Never know when ya might need to bribe a perv. Got a few books that I know the Tortollan will wanna barter for. I gotta pistol that fires golden bullets.”

“Wait, golden bullets? Where did ya get that?”

“Humans down south. They’re mining down there and making really interesting weapons.”

“Ugh, Ashvane. Sorry, keep goin, I know ya proud and whatnot. Just, do me a favor and walk n talk, kay?”

  The two continued out the mines as Omru listed two or three dozen more items, “And this shovel has a shorter handle than most. Somehow that makes it easier to dig holes? I can’t remember the whole story. Oh and these marbles make fart sounds when you smash them open. I thought it was hilarious, traded a chicken for them. Don’t ask me where I found the chicken. A real desert delicacy. Oh and I got this--”

  On and on he blabbed. Stuff he had. Stuff he used to have. Stuff he wanted. Stuff he heard of. Stuff he saw one time. Stuff he dreamt up that didn’t exist yet. Each item held his curious eye at one time or another. Clearly there was an emotional attachment to his ‘stuff’, and by having found it all, his spirits had been lifted incredibly high. From the mines all the way back to their little hidey hole hours away he chatted about his things, his friends, his family. Where he found the totem necklace, what he had actually been -looking- for when he went scavenging that day.

  As the sun was going down and Paz was starting up a small fire in their home away from home, he couldn’t help but grin at the kid. The boy loved his stuff. It was more than garbage, more than things. They were memories. It probably made nomadic life in the desert a little less lonely.  “Yo, Ommie. I did ya another solid, helpin you find ya things today. Tomorrow, you take me to Keyi, okie?”

  Om plugged a thumb’s up, paired with a wink, “You got it, dude.”

#vulpera #wowrp #wra #wrarp #warcraft roleplay #Wyrmrest roleplay

[moonlight-at-dawn]

Thanks! How about Luna giving birth to chibi!Noct? King!Noct being adorably worried beside her bed, and getting 100% floored upon seeing his son for the first time. He was immediately reminded of the sad child he used to be before meeting his wife in Tenebrae. No rush! Would be really really happy if this prompt inspires you to write something for NL. :3

“How’re you feeling, love?” Noctis asked Lunafreya in a soft voice, sitting on the edge of the large bed of the expensive maternity suite in the hospital. He adjusted the pillows behind her, and chuckled when he noticed the flat glare she was giving him. “Right, dumb question. Better question: What can I do to help? Want me to put a movie on?”

“Please,” she said wearily, as she shifted and recovered from the latest contraction. “Something lighthearted, that’ll make me laugh.”

He nodded, kissing her on the forehead and giving her hand a gentle squeeze. He saw to her request, loading up the movie player with an adventure comedy, and then he made sure she had plenty of juice and ice water on hand before he laid down beside her, on the side opposite all the wires and machines. She scratched around the edge of a sticky patch on her belly and sighed, looking worn and grumpy, and not for the first time she asked, “Is all of this really necessary?”

“Better to have it and not need it, right?”

“I can feel the contractions just fine, a machine really isn’t needed to say I’m having them.”

He chuckled at her tone, a bit of liveliness returning to her voice, pitched hard and monotone. “Yes, but this way they know just how often.” She glared at him for stating the obvious, and he chuckled again, kissing her forehead. “I know, I know. This isn’t your first time, you know what’s to be done. But Luna, this time is a bit different from last.”

She sighed and didn’t say a word, just nodding and snuggling back down against his arm. He pressed a kiss to the top of her head and nuzzled her crown with his cheek, closing his eyes and paying no mind to the movie. He, too, could tell whenever she had a contraction, no need for the machine. She shifted and she squeezed his hand tight, and her breathing grew shallow as she rode out the pain. His mind was wandering to concerns, though the doctor and nurses had repeatedly assured them everything would be just fine. Until that moment came, when they could hold their son and see for themselves that he could breathe just fine on his own, he would worry.

Before they had left the Citadel for the hospital, Cor had reminded him that he had been born more premature than their son was coming along, and he had been just fine. Small, yes, but healthy. That made him wonder, though, dredging up old insecurities. He had always felt slow to pick up the things he needed. Slow to get the sword, slow to use magic, very slow and clumsy with warping… He didn’t want his child to feel those some concerns of never being good enough. At least his son wouldn’t have the added stress of being the Chosen King, or, hell, king at all, with his sister first in line for the throne. Ravus’ daughter was like to take up the mantle of Oracle next, which left the Lucian firstborn as the Crown Princess.

Noct picked up his head, started out of his thoughts by the feel of Luna squeezing his hand tight, riding out the pain of another contraction. He patted her hand, and when she was breathing again, breaths that were both heavy and shallow as she tried to recover air without letting her pained diaphragm expand too much, he grabbed her watered down orange juice and handed it to her. He knew from her grimace that it wasn’t the best tasting thing she could have, but it was the closest thing to food she was allowed for now.

When the movie ended, Luna looked to him, brow knitted in concern, and he took her hand between his, stroking softly to comfort her. “How’s Rori doing? Could you check on her? She isn’t here at the hospital already, right? They wouldn’t bring her so soon…”

He smiled, pulling out his phone so he could help with her first concern, while shaking his head at the last. “When the nurses call for the doctor come in, that’s when I’ll call Ignis and have him bring her and the others along. It shouldn’t take nearly 2 hours this time, right?”

“Stars, it had better not,” she cursed emphatically.

He laughed, and then showed her a message on his phone. It was from only twenty minutes ago, a photo of their young daughter napping on Iris, holding a stuffed animal close. It was hers, from when she had been an infant, one she had replaced a few months back with something she liked more. But this one, she insisted, she would give to her baby brother when they met, and for now she clung to it in her sleep. Luna’s lips turned up in a quivering smile, touched by the sight as she remembered when the four-year-old had been only a year old, clinging to that doll in much the same way she did now.

“Thank you,” she breathed out. Noct leaned in to kiss away a tear that threatened to spill down her cheek. He changed out the movie and they settled in, and the movie hadn’t quite finished when a team of nurses came in and began prepping everything for delivery. Luna braced herself for hours of hard labor, even as they explained this would likely go faster than last time. Last time they had told her she looked like she was proceeding quickly, only for things to suddenly slow down to the average pace.

This time they were right, though, even underestimating things. She felt they had only barely begun, perhaps on her fifth push before they called for the doctor. Noctis held her hand as he made his brief call to Ignis, keeping it to only a few words so the nurses wouldn’t be shooting those looks around. All of his attention was on her after that, stroking her hand, letting her squeeze it tight. He wiped her forehead with a cold damp cloth, offering her sips of ice water when she finished up a push and breathed in slow and deep. He murmured soft encouragement, his quiet voice drowned out by the activity going on under the sheets where a nurse and the doctor communicated what was going on. It didn’t take much longer before they heard a soft wailing and their son was held up for them to see.

Luna laughed weakly, relieved to see the child, to hear him, and soon after came the words that his first check up was perfectly fine. A few more were in line for these first few hours, but that first one was the one she had needed to hear was alright before she could lose much of the tension from the unexpected early arrival.

Noct’s relief was evident in the fall of his shoulders, but his breath caught at the sight of his small son. Yes, the child was a good bit smaller than his sister had been at her birth, and quieter too. Healthy, as Noctis had been, probably even a little larger, but the softness of voice made Noctis worry at first. At least, he worried until the boy was placed in his arms and he could feel him wiggling, and could really hear the power behind his cries. He was quieter than his sister had been, but it was not because he wasn’t healthy. Smiling broadly, he gave his son’s wandering hands a finger to grasp, and he chuckled, a soft sound shaking with emotion. “Hi there,” he murmured softly, putting his face close to unfocused deep gray-violet eyes that would lighten to blue like his sister’s had. “I was impatient to meet you, too.”

Luna snorted in laughter and held out her arms for Noctis to give her the child. He grinned and nodded, helping her to place him for his first meal, carefully extracting him from the blanket so their skin would touch. He watched in quiet reverie, hand resting on his son’s back, watching Luna’s expression as she fed him, locking eyes with her newborn son and whispering soft words of love and encouragement. When they finished and Luna settled back with him sleeping on her chest, she gave Noctis an inquisitive look, her eyes filled with warmth.

“Caldor,” he whispered, voice a bit hoarse.

She blinked, confused a moment, and then she nodded, looking down at their son. “Caldor,” she repeated, trying it out and smiling. “Warmth. It suits him. Caldor Lucis Caelum.”

#ffxvfanfic #noctluna #nokuruna #lunoct #noctluna family #misha writes #ffxv

[septembercfawkes]

How to Handle Blocking in Your Story

Hopefully by now you know that in most of your scenes you need to have a character in a setting with tension, but there is an area of writing where I don't feel like we spend enough time talking about, which is blocking. And I'm not talking about writer's block. The term "blocking" is borrowed from play performances. Blocking is just about anything an actor does that isn't dialogue: where they stand, where they look, how they interact with the setting, how they move across the stage, how close they are to what, how they interact with props. Often audiences pay little attention to blocking, or rather they don't think about it enough to appreciate it. But if a play has little to no blocking, well, that's a tough play to sit through as an audience. They may not always have an eye for great blocking, but they'll notice if it's not there. Blocking is just as important in fiction writing. And like with plays, it's likely the reader won't appreciate great blocking, but they'll get antsy and annoyed if there is no blocking, and they'll get confused if there is poor blocking. If you don't use blocking, not only does it make it difficult for the audience to imagine where your characters are relative to the setting, but you're selling your story short by not using it to your advantage. As an editor, I see blocking problems crop up from time to time, usually in dialogue scenes. The writer will tell me where the characters are (for example, cooking in the kitchen), but then as I read the scene, I get no sense of specifically where each character is in the room, what each one is doing, if they are standing at an island or sitting at the table, chopping lettuce for a salad, or loading the dish washer. Next thing I know, not only are they done cooking, but they are done eating and are outside getting in the suburban. Sure, some scenes don't require much, if any, blocking. But in most scenes, you need some sense of blocking. Likewise, you can over-block a scene--putting so much blocking in, that it becomes unnecessary, sucks up the scene's focus, and slows the pacing. A great narrative hand knows how much to guide the reader and when to back off. So let's get to some tips about blocking:

Watch out for:

- Continuity Errors. One of the main problems I see with blocking in unpublished fiction is continuity errors. In one line, a character is sitting on a couch in the living room, and a few lines later, she's sitting on her bed, in the same scene with no sense of motion. Often it can happen with objects characters are holding. Misty is knitting a scarf, but then a few lines later, it says she's knitting a blanket. It can happen with food. Zack has a cup of orange juice, but later it talks about how he's enjoying the taste of coffee. Watch out for when characters' hands are full or when you have them doing something they aren't capable of. For example, say it's been recently established that Sandra glued back together two broken figurines and she's holding one each hand. While she's waiting for them to dry, she doesn't dare put them down , and then suddenly she's buttoning up the jacket of her little boy. What happened to the figurines? In some cases, motions can be assumed--but make sure they can be, or that you imply them somehow, so that it doesn't read like a continuity error. Watch out for having characters sit down, who were already sitting, or characters standing up who were already standing. Characters who put on their shoes twice, or turn off the fan twice.

- Spatial Vagueness. I'm trying to decide if I see this one more than continuity errors . . . and I have to say probably. Another one of the most common problems with blocking, is vagueness. This usually happens because the setting, objects, or characters' distances from one another or other things haven't been properly established. I might get a line that says, "Joey walked down the street"--and as the scene goes on, I get no sense of what street, what city, what it looks like, what season it is, or where or why he is walking in the first place. Sometimes I don't get any sense of setting and only conversations and body language, and next I know, I read the line "Tiff walked inside." What? They were outside that whole conversation? And what did she walk into? When blocking is vague, the audience has to fill in the blanks, which can be a problem if it's not what the author actually pictures. As an editor, this often happens to me. I'll be picturing the characters sitting in opposite places in a living room, and then suddenly I'm reading how one put her arm around the other. In my head, they weren't close enough to each other to do that. Use:

- Specificity. Being specific isn't necessarily the same as being detailed. Details can help make something be specific, but they aren't the same thing. And with blocking, in some cases, the more detailed it is, the more it hurts the story because it slows the pacing and changes the story's focus. In my example above, "Joey walked down the street," the sentence can be more specific by adding and changing a few words. "Joey walked down Mulberry Street, autumn leaves crunching under his feet." In certain kinds of action scenes, it can be very important to be specific in word choice, and not in details. "Joey leapt for the fire escape." "Margaret hit Lolly in the jaw." But if you try to put too much detail into action, it can slow the moment way down. In some cases, it's helpful to establish the setting before the characters start interacting with it. This makes the setting or "stage" more specific in the reader's mind. They know there is a pool table and pinball machine in the room, so when one character slams the other into the pool table, it makes sense. Be specific, not vague. How much detail you include depends on pacing and the focus of the scene. - Blocking to contribute to or emphasize points. This is especially true for conversations. As an argument gets more intense, a character may invade the other's personal space. If one character suddenly says something that makes the other uncomfortable, the latter may take a step back. If one character is vulnerable, whether the second draws closer or steps away can convey a lot. Of course, you can use setting and props to do the same thing. As an argument gets intense, one character throws something at the other. If someone is uncomfortable, she might put something (an island, a couch, a car, a teeter-totter) between them. If she's feeling vulnerable, she might "hide" or "block" herself by getting a blanket, picking up a book to look at, or turning away from the speaker to pretend interest in a rose bush. When Sherlock gets frustrated, what does he do? He stabs the mantle. He puts a bullet in the wall. This is blocking that emphasizes and contributes to the situation or point at hand. Even in a scene where blocking is the primary focus (building an invention, competing in America Ninja Warrior, forging a sword, hunting), how the character interacts with the setting and objects can emphasize points--how tightly he holds a screwdriver, how sweaty her hands are against a climbing wall, the way he beats the metal, how many shots she shoots. You can also use blocking to heighten tension. "He picked up a knife and concealed it under the table," immediately adds tension and anticipation to a scene.

- Blocking to Convey Character. Similar, yet different from, the last section, you can use blocking to convey character, rather than just the moment at hand. The fact that Sherlock stabs the mantle whenever he gets frustrated is something specific to his character. It helps establish who he is. And actually, that fact becomes specifically important in season four--when we understand that he, someone who is supposedly not driven by emotion, sometimes manifests more raw emotion than any one else. A character who sees litter at a park and picks it up is much different than one who adds to it. A character who comforts a crying stranger is different than one who ignores them. A character who always makes sure she's near an exit is different than one who could care less. Blocking is great to show character and their feelings, rather than tell them. - Blocking to give motion to still or stagnant scenes. You may sometimes have scenes where all that really matters is the conversation between two of your characters, or maybe you need to have your character delve into a moment of introspection to solve a mystery. It might not matter even where this moment takes place. A lot of beginning writers will open a story with a character sitting and thinking. One of the reasons this is a problem is because there is no motion, there is nothing happening in the present moment. Use blocking to add motion. Instead of having your character sit and think, maybe you can have her catching insects for her bug collection while she thinks. Not only does this create more motion and interest, but also gives you material for the two bullet points before this one, so that it can actually add to the introspection and characterization. The fact she just caught a monarch butterfly might not be important to the main plot, but it tells us more about her, and in fact, you can even use that event and butterfly as a type or symbol of whatever she's thinking about for added emphasis and tone. With that said, some conversations are very important, interesting, have high tension, or natural draws--they may have incorporeal motion--and already carry the audience, and sometimes when you put in blocking, it actually takes away from that, instead of contributing to it, by drawing away the audience's attention. Their attention to the conversation is competing with the blocking. So watch for that. - Blocking for natural pauses, lulls in conversations, and for beats in dialogue. On the topic of dialogue exchanges, when there is a natural pause in dialogue or a lull in conversation, instead of saying "There was a moment of quiet," you can put in a bit of blocking to convey that. "Forget it," Fred said. "I didn't want your help anyway." Nancy looked down at the scarf she was crocheting and realized her hands had stopped moving. She put the scarf down on the coffee table, and flattened it out as she tried to find her words. "You like her, don't you?" she asked. You can also use blocking for beats in dialogue. Rather than always using dialogue tags, you can use a beat to imply who is speaking what line. "Cedric Diggory was murdered," Harry said. "Whatever you've been told," Professor Umbridge said, "that. Is. A. Lie." Harry shot up out of his desk. "It's not a lie!"

Bonus

Watch this short scene between Umbridge and McGonagall for a good example of how blocking conveys character, emphasizes points, adds motion to the scene, and how it's weaved in with dialogue. In addition to the two professors, notice the blocking in regards to the students and what it conveys.

Intermediate Tip:

Try to have your blocking accomplish more than one thing. Maybe it can hike up tension and convey character. Maybe it can emphasize a point and help us follow a fight scene. Maybe it can replace a dialogue tag and convey something important about the setting. And remember, in some scenes blocking is more important than in other scenes. If you would like to learn more about blocking, Writing Excuses has a podcast episode on it.

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[talesofealdancynedom]

The Stone King, in his human form; I draw a lot of mountains, so I thought this one should look a little different.

Tale 21: What The Wagon Was For (chapter 2 - Sunday Paper 2/7 ) part 6. Stories of wizards

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Life is hard without magic. Mundane life that is. People are common, everything is drab, and reliant on money or technology. Everyday, many people want a more adventurous and whimsical life. Full of colour, passion and awe. The rest of the people don’t mind feeding goats, fixing the wi-fi, planting flowers, or answering the phone. Because everyone is different; and what may give one-person satisfaction in their life, is the worst possible outcome for another. The joy of living in a world with magic, is that happily ever afters are real; it’s simply a matter of figuring out what that is for you.

           Two years ago, in the mourning, Morgan biked to school, having only consumed toast. When he arrived, there was an announcement telling students to avoid the language wing, due to goblins in the wall by the girl’s washroom. Locker renovations had made a warm dark hole in the wall. A wizard would arrive in the afternoon, to clear these fey out of the school. Morgan, distracted by the intercom, was shoved into a locker by the regular bullies. Children his age could be mean. Morgan no longer remembers what about his appearance, or personality, they tormented him for. He just felt lucky he could use the bruises they gave him, to lie about the ones his father gave him. If it is not apparent, Morgan was one of those people who wanted a more whimsical life; it would be better then being alone.

           The class Morgan had before lunch, was gym; He feinted. Just like his father, Morgan was prone to swooning in sudden bouts of syncope. Anything from emotional distress to low blood sugar could make him wake up on the nurses caught. The nurse was normally not there. Today she was however, and forced Morgan to drink some processed orange juice, asked about the bruises, and the cuts on his wrists. Morgan shrugged and left, leaving her wondering if she should file something. Outside the office was a vending machine; Morgan put in some silver, and put in the code for all-dressed crisps. He watched as the corkscrew mechanism slowly wound, pushing the bag towards the dark pit of the vending shoot. He could relate.

           In third period, the math teacher gave everyone homework time. Half-way through, Morgan finished his assignments, and rose his hand for the teacher let him leave early to use the washroom. Morgan went to the language wing, and directly to the crevice with the lilac butterfly goblins. He opened the bag of crisps, and evenly distributed them to the stone children.

“You should leave. A wizard will be here in ten minutes, to remove you. Common folk kill fey they think or scary. Say hello to your father for me.” Morgan said in Elden Anglian, standing up. The goblins squeaked in agreeance, and left. The bell rang. Morgan walked to his next class as the halls filled. A different group of peers shoved him, face first, into a door; Laughing at him for feinting. The teacher sent him back to the nurse’s office, as he had a bloody nose. His bullies snickered in the back, causing the teacher to leer. Morgan had already left.

           The Nurse called Morgan’s mother, who wasn’t home for another hour. She was landscaping for a perfectionist client again. The nurse handed the phone to Morgan.

“Sweety, I know you don’t like to eat, but finish your lunch and bike home. I picked up flour and butter yesterday, so you can bake if your homework is done. See you soon!” Icthya said. She was possibly the sweetest lady in the land.

“Ok.” Morgan said in a sad and quiet voice. He handed the phone back to the nurse, gathered his things and went home. Once home, Morgan baked a batch of two dozen thumbprint cookies, and then lay in his bed. He wanted to paint, but looking at the ceiling was easier.

Morgan’s parent would be home in thirty minutes. He stopped breathing. If they found out about the goblins at school, and suspected he went near them, his mother would burst into tears at the thought of him being close to ‘potentially deadly’ magic. Then his father would beat him, in a desperate attempt to deter him for going near anything mystical. It hadn’t even been twenty-four hours since the last percussion maintenance. At the end of Morgan’s bed, was a card table with an open ancient ledger. The used book retailers in The Capitol, would give him the old books because no one wanted them. They were old, in ancient writing no one could read, and were taking up space. In reality the shop keepers loved how happy Morgan looked when he received a dishevelled book no one wanted. The books were journals of long dead mages. Morgan wanted a whimsical and adventurous life, like the ones he read in those books. These journals helped him escape once he audited Understanding Old Anglian, from the local university. Morgan wanted to be a librarian; the magic history kind. But settled to be the regular kind, to comfort his parents and avoid abuse. He couldn’t stand his mother crying. Morgan wondered what his grandpa was like; If he hadn’t died in a fey hording incident, would Morgan and grandpa bond in the fey garden in grandma’s backyard? Would Morgan be in a magic academy to become a seer.

The Journal by Morgan’s feet, opened to a table of fours diagram, that made a temporary gate to the shadow veil if written with chalk, and bee’s wax candles were lit at each of the ten runes of the beast kingdoms. Morgan went into the front closet, grabbed the sidewalk chalk, and then the bee tea lights. His mother Ichtya liked bees. Morgan checked his watch; He had twenty-two minutes before his parents came home. He didn’t expect the spell to actually work.

Morgan found himself in a grayscale mountain side. At his feet, was a candle lamp, that flickered pale blue; to go back home. This must be the Shadow Veil, Morgan thought. No one was around, and it was perfectly quiet. He didn’t feel heat from the sun, nor the cold of wind. Morgan took a deep breath. Morgan noticed he still had a half bag of crisps in his trench pocket. He searched himself. Morgan was uncomfortable; He wasn’t used to being perfectly calm. It felt good. Addictively so. Morgan began to walk along the ridge, to the east. He noticed colours; stone fey. Quartz trolls, neon goblins, blue dwarves, and a glimmering silver bow and arrow set with amethysts. He recognized them from one of his journals; The unbreakable sword and bow, gifted to the royal house of Cynedom. His house. Morgan contemplated the fact he was the last in line to the house that once ruled the Grand West, when it was called Anglia. Along with his father, who still worked the heirloom ranch, which was now a tourist spot. Then Morgan asked a dwarf where he was. It shrugged and said: Home.

Morgan was now smiling, as he skipped along the rocky terrain that gave way to a forest edge. There was a flat stone platform to his right, engraved with the gate diagram but missing the stone kingdom rune. If it was open to a magic forest back in the Day Veil, it would be glowing; according to what Morgan had read. To his left, Morgan saw a stone chess table, with an unfinished game of chess on it. He examined the game, and moved the white knight. The ground began to rumbled and shake, causing Morgan to crouch and peer over the chess table. The pieces remained in their place. Then, a man of stone in traditional Grand East clothing, walked forward from the slope, and moved the black bishop to take the knight. He had a soft smile on his smooth marble face.

“My wife didn’t want to finish the game. Io can be a quitter when she is tiered. Want to play?” He said. Morgan smiled, and made a move. After two terns, he gave the living statue the rest of the bag of crisps. He ate them with enthusiasm.

“I had some children come home from Anglia today, telling me a mage boy named Morgan gave them these. They are wonderful! This is why I send my children to the Day Veil; Humans are so creative, and make things as wondrous as me and my siblings.” He chimed. Morgan moved his pawn into checkmate. It dawned on him that he might have won a game of chess against the literal Stone King, who was one of the ten sources of all magic in the world.

“Oh look! You won! Good job! You wouldn’t be that nice Morgan Cynedom boy by any chance?” the Stone King asked. “Can’t think of any reason why a human would visit my kingdom.” He explained further. Morgan nodded. He was stunned; He couldn’t remember the last time someone said ‘good job.’

“It was nice to play with someone; I don’t have friends. I’m glad your children are ok; My school almost sent a wizard to take care of them…” Morgan said.

“You’re not scared of me? And you enjoyed playing a game, and giving me and my children potatoes? Why I haven’t seen a mage in my kingdom for centuries; And the one that shows up, is sweeter then roasted parsnips.” The Stone King smiled. Morgan smiled back. He was having fun.

“Here, take this.” The Stone King said, handing Morgan a palm sized smooth stone, with the rune for stan on it.

“Oh, thanks.” Morgan giggled. He had no idea why the Stone King had just given him a rock, but it made him happy to get a gift. “I have to come back and see you again!” Morgan smiled.

“Can’t wait!” The Stone King said. Behind him, a woman of crystal looked at them with curiosity. Morgan waved good bye at both of them. He intended to go home, but instead, his feet carried him further east. This place was far better then home; He felt safe.

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What Are Your Muses Aesthetics?

BOLD any which apply to your muse! Remember to REPOST! Feel free to add to the list!

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[ BODY ]  claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises.canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercings. tattoos.nose.

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[ ANIMALS ]  lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks.bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies.praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons.sea lions. foxes.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer.coffee. tea. juice. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel .berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. noodles.

[ HOBBIES ]  music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching.fighting. writing. composing. freestyle. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video games.computer. phone. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. cassettes.piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycles. eating. climbing. running.

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[ MISC ]  balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. stages. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.perfume.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fangbone! Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Fangbone/Bill Characters: Fangbone, Bill Summary:

La vida en la tierra ha sido relativamente normal para Bill el humano desde que su mejor amigo, el guerrero craneano Fangbone retornó a su planeta de origen, Craneovania. Bill continuó sus días y hoy es un adolescente relativamente normal, hasta que algunos sucesos relacionados a la magia y un extraño suceso astronómico llamado "luna azul" despertarán sus sentimientos más enterrados con respecto a la partida de su amigo hace ya tantos años.

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Blue Moon (One-shot!)

TheGreatGoddessScatagh_Macha Summary: Life on earth has been relatively normal for Bill the human since his best friend, the cranial warrior Fangbone returned to his home planet, Craneovania. Bill continued his days and today is a relatively normal teenager, until some events related to magic and a strange astronomical event called "blue moon" will awaken his most buried feelings regarding the departure of his friend so many years ago.

Notes: Well, to the corridas and everything, but I'm quite happy to finally be able to upload this one-shot of this beautiful series that lately has managed to enter its fandom!

In this fanfic, the headcannon endures that Bill really is good at practicing parkour, since in itself it is not a form of fight and in fact it works quite well with his personality more intelligent than warrior.

Clarified this, I hope you enjoy reading!

Work Text: Calm and darkness reigned in the room, breaking into pieces as the light of the single sun of the earth began to rise on the horizon, beginning the journey of a new day. Suddenly, the impertinent sound of the alarm banished the young head of fire from the dream paradise. Sleepy, he felt out of the warm fortress of his bed and put out the infernal apparatus, grumbling with disgust, got rid of the sheets. The alarm clock read five in the morning.

Determined not to allow the dream a victory, he sat up. The cold of the morning sneaked into the room making him tremble, he kept looking at an indeterminate point of the room, forcing himself not to go back to sleep. As a first task, he dressed in a blue slacks and gray tracksuit pants.

Taking care not to make much noise, he left his room, the hallway of his home was in the quiet silence of dawn, after all it was still too early even for his mother to get up. When he reached the kitchen, he took out the refrigerator and drank orange juice until it was satiated. With her mind still blank, she tied the laces of her slippers, took the mp3 from the table and started her way out.

The cold wind of the morning received him as soft but implacable licks on his face, the music soon began to sprout in his ears, giving him the perfect setting to start his morning run. Slowly the sun began to rise on the horizon, illuminating the world with its soft light, in the wind, the scent of another new dawn. He could see, out of the corner of his eye, his neighbor greeting him as he passed by; He raised his hand, returning the greeting, a big smile on his face as he walked down the sidewalk.

He ran, half way, a place in the past came as an intruder to disturb his thoughts. He observed the small set of land in the middle of the river, under the bridge. The water flowed peacefully between the improvised rock road that led to the rustic entrance, which from the outside seemed a direct hole to some well or dark and damp cave, but he knew, it was really the entrance to a cave where ever , had galleries adorned with swords, forge ovens and skulls of unknown creatures. But now, it was just an abandoned cave, where the dust reigned and perhaps no one, no one but him, could suspect that there was ever glory and life.

He pressed his lips in a grimace of nostalgia at the same time that a voice recalled in his head the name of that place, where in the past there would have been so many adventures.

He shook his head in an attempt to decimate those thoughts and that feeling of regret, finding then a renewed energy to continue with his "training."

Upon entering the city park, lungs burned in his chest, each puff resulted in a burning that ate the inside of his chest, the heart beat like a war machine against his ears, almost succeeding in drowning the music, and his hot body by the exercise began to sweat under the diver. The sun was already high in the sky, even with its light without the characteristic power of midday, playing and creating shadows among the treetops, while the morning wind flooded his entire being.

When she decided that she had achieved her goal today, she let herself fall under a tree, enjoying the heat that the sun slowly gave her between the branches, her reddish, damp hair clinging to her forehead as she felt the fire in her lungs. caused ironically by the freshness of the morning. Slowly he recovered, his lungs calming the itching and burning, his heart leaving the galloping trot of his ears and returning to his chest. Then, like a nocturnal walker lurking in the dark, a thought laden with grief hit with all his might against Bill, bringing to the non-mortal but ancient pain, while his voice rumbled in his head with a reality like a curse. which would never be undone.

Five years.

It had been five years since Fangbone, his friend, his "brother in arms" had returned to Craneovania, after the fall and final triumph over Drool they spent a couple of years fighting the numerous cracks that united their worlds and the deadly creatures, barbarians or assassins that appeared every time one opened. However, with the passage of time the cracks each time decreased in number, which, at first they believed was good, but they continued to decrease, then it was rare the occasion when they saw an open crack or even a creature belonging to Craneovania.

When they noticed, Magical Willow and Bear-ax advised Fangbone the idea that it was time to return home.

Obviously, the young barbarian had not been able to refuse to return, leaving Bill and his friends on earth under the vague promise - at least for Bill - that they would never stop being battle brothers.

No one could blame him, of course. Much less Bill. The young hair of fire understood well the decision of his friend. It was obvious that in the end, Fangbone could not avoid choosing Craneovania over the Earth, even though he wanted to believe, at the time, that the earth and he? It was equally important to the young warrior.

But now things were different. Bill was sixteen years old already, and they were halfway through high school. For his luck, it was not necessary to change the institute he attended. There were some new companions and other childhood friends, even so, this time there were no monsters constantly lurking, waiting for the slightest chance to lower their guard to steal the powerful big toe from some dark and poisonous green sorcerer, who I wished that extremity to complete its plan of the dominion of both planets. No, just normal days and relatively calm compared to that time.

And that was good. Bill had been convinced of that. Now he should not worry about not being strong enough, being hit by trolls, taken prisoner by some multi-eyed monster, having to save his brother from barbarous blood to become a "normal" subject for the rest of his days, or fight against his malignant version because of the crash of a cranial promise that he did not even understand why it involved sucking his fingers.

The last memory of Will made his body tremble, remembering himself so evil, damn skilful and without control of his own body, while an entity born of himself handled him like a puppet, where his own voice and opinion He had no place, using it to hurt his best friends.

God, how he hated Will. I did not want to know anything about dyeing her hair in blue, never-never.

He sighed as he concentrated on the music that had been pounding in his ears for several minutes and which he had forgotten as he immersed himself in the thoughts. Likewise, the lyrics of that song did not serve as a relief for his heart, which was frightened by the passage of time, and accustomed to the pain of abandonment. "We are blood brothers"

No more, not for a long time.

With that dark and heavy thought he sat up, he was refusing to let nostalgia overshadow his humor. For all the trolls, he began to look like his mother, worrying about a boy who would be able to kill him or a colossal beast without sweating or hurting himself at least during the process.

At least Fangbone was fine, though not sure, but happy in Craneovania, probably hunting some kind of strange and dangerous creature to claim another trophy, or fighting with other barbarians. Or hunting trolls to make them into soup while devouring quantities of unhealthy rancid meat for any human being, or confronting the Bear-Clan Leader to the point of getting him mad. That image in his head made Bill laugh, at the end of it all, he always hoped that his brother would be fine ... doing whatever he did.

As their spirits had returned, he sat up again, inhaling deeply to get as much air as he could, and starting a new race back to his home, now even more animated.

He had not yet entered his house when the scent so familiar and beloved from the freshly made waffles caused a snarl in his stomach. He entered the house, entering the kitchen and greeting his mother animatedly, who received him with his usual familiar smile while continuing to cook.

"Did you go running again?"

"That's right, today I broke my own record."

"Really? Haha, that's my son! But ... Bill ... "

His mother served the waffles while giving him a scrutinizing look from head to toe.

"You're all sweaty. You'd better take a bath before going to school. "

"I'll do it after eating your delicious waffles."

A laugh of complicity on the part of the woman was the bell that gave permission to the young redhead to begin to devour the delight of spongy dough known as waffles bathed in that sweet brown liquid. After savoring that delicacy cooked by the gods his mother , he went to the top of his house, locking himself in the bathroom and opening the hot water.

The warm torrent cleared away any regret that had accumulated in those few hours of the day, moving away the bad memories and nostalgia at least for the moment, plunging him into a stupor that almost caused him to arrive late to high school.

He entered his room and quickly began to organize everything to leave before the bus arrived. Clean and with backpack on his shoulder, he walked down the steps with speed and said goodbye to his caretaker before leaving the house on the way to the institute.

The school day continued with normal regularity, however for some reason which was unknown to the school in general was somewhat more shocked than usual. For his luck, it was pizza Wednesday and he had been able, this time, to arrive with enough speed to rejoice with the food. He took a bite of the delicious slice of dough covered with cheese when a familiar figure arrived at his table.

"Hello Bill!"

"Hello Patty"

The young woman took a seat in front of him with her tray, little powders of glitter fell from her black hair adorned with sticky glitter. While those years had served to grow both, the Asian girl's love for glitter was as strong as Bill's love of video games, something they could never completely abandon, or wish to do.

"Do you know why the whole school is like this?"

"What? Do you live under a stone? It's the month of the blue moon! "

"The blue moon?"

I would be lying if I said I was prepared for that news, perhaps because of the fact that the last few weeks I was somewhat self-absorbed in completing exams and projects along with their video games, but I had not heard anything about a blue moon, even in News. Even more, he doubted even that the moon was capable of taking such an unusual tone. He raised an eyebrow as he swallowed another piece of pizza, watching Patty, wondering if he would not indigestion when eating glitter that had occasionally fallen over lunch, or if she was already used to it.

"Every few years, an astronomical event happens, I do not remember what happened, but the moon turns into a beautiful blue color! Is not it amazing? There are even some strange rumors "

While he was limiting this, Patty threw a trail of bluish glitter over their heads and Bill did what was necessary to keep it from falling on his pizza, instead covering his reddish hair with the glitter.

"Strange rumors?"

"Yeah, I do not know, some weird magic or something. Were not you the one who knew about that? "

"Yes ... yes ... that was Patty a long time ago."

"Oh! Right ... I'm sorry Bill. I did not want to bother you. Did you not know anything about Fangbone? "

"No, since five years ago. Anyway, how are you going with that glitter? "

They continued having lunch, Patty quickly grasped the perhaps not so subtle request from Bill to change the conversation. However, that subject regarding the blue moon did not stop returning to his mind during the rest of the day.

He found himself reflecting about it in the afternoon, inside the bus, questioning how much truth there would be about those rumors. Bill always believed that the idea of ​​the moon turning blue was just a rumor, or it would be that when it happened in the past he was even more young and distracted as to get to notice something so irrelevant in his childhood. What if they were not just rumors?

Okay, it was okay, it was not like lately strange things were happening to her with increasing regularity. Because, hey, there was nothing strange about waking up to find that your alarm was flying above your head, then falling and hitting you. Or that the pencil you swore you had left on the desk appeared in your hand when you needed it to complete a task. Yup. Nothing strange here.

Well, maybe it was not quite normal. But they could not blame him, after all, Bill firmly believed that all the remnants of his magic had been swallowed by that horrible Drool-balloon creature. What if that event had something to do with, perhaps, his magic as a sorcerer was not completely lost? For some reason, the vague idea of ​​that hope caused his heart to beat aggressively. The rest of the journey back home could not stay still, and was not even able to stop when entering his abode.

"Holamam, I can not speak anymore, I need to contradict!"

He was not even really sure that his strange greeting had been understandable to the woman, however, he did not notice it when he stumbled on the stairs climbed to the second floor and locked himself in his room.

He turned on the lights, breathing hard, looking around in the disaster that was his room. Dammit! Why was it that he had never been given to order before !? The first thing he did was clear the floor, throwing the messy shirts and pants, along with comics and video games away from the road. Then he stopped to think. I was literally looking for an enormous book of sorcery. Even he, no matter how messy he was, could lose him in a place as small as his room.

He had the idea of ​​first looking under his bed for a silly idea, he had to admit, underneath it and frustrated to find only empty pizza boxes and other dirt, a blue glow from outside caught his attention. Hitting his head as he left, he found that the huge book literally floated in front of him, wrapped in a celestial wake of energy.

"AAAAH! Wait, wait- this is fine, yes, of course. It's okay. Now ... if only I could lower it carefully- "

With a frightful rumble, the huge tome fell to the ground, then bowed like a fallen tree and banged against his desk. He cursed as, straining, he incorporated the colossal glossary.

The rest of that day was spent absorbed inside those pages, looking for anything related to the moon or similar astrological events, however, he found in the early morning the fact that there seemed to be nothing useful for him. Frustrated, he sighed and went downstairs, trying to make as little noise as possible; he had skipped dinner for a stupid idea, and now, his stomach roared with ferocity claiming him for food.

He sat in the dark kitchen, only the dim light from the second floor illuminating the place, while he ate the cold leftovers and pondered. After all, it would be difficult to find anything about astronomy considering that Craneovania had in itself three suns, each with a name from some body part. It was not like it was the same for the earth.

...Just a moment.

Opening her eyes wide at her own epiphany, she hit her head, questioning how it had not occurred to her before, then taking a bottle of juice and running upstairs to her room.

What if the reason why he had not found anything in that tome of sorcerers was, precisely, because in Craneovania there were no similar lunar events? That would explain why there was none of that, since no sorcerer would have been exposed to an event as such before.

So what he had to do was look for information pertaining to the earth, surely there would be information about magic, or at least something that would guide him. For his luck, the largest information portal on his planet was a laptop away.

Under the excuse that he had to study, Bill spent the following days of the week until countless hours of the night and the dawn investigating. He found that, to his surprise, there was a huge community of magic on earth, consisting mostly of witches and wiccans, along with other types of sects. Maybe they were not the type of wizards like Magic Willow, since they did not throw cats in a battle against trolls, but it was the closest thing to them and their best route to find out what happened to their powers, and if they could still use them. He even visited the observatory for more scientific information. He had discovered that, in past ages, the blue moon had been considered as an astronomical event where it was believed that there were two full moons in the same month, however, at present it was considered a strange event that occurred every certain number of years, related to the position of the Earth in its orbit with respect to other planets, and that not only altered the tides, but also that it seemed to have a general effect on the environment among humans and even unusual behaviors had been observed by the humans. animals.

On the internet, he found that for many sects it was considered an event of great astronomical convergence and, therefore, of great energy. Many religions in the past would have used that time as a moment for the realization of the most intricate rituals, given the amount of planetary energy that was accumulated in the earth.

With that information, Bill deduced that perhaps that convergence was what was causing the resurgence of his previously extinct powers. And with that information, he went to sleep.

He was trapped, the corridors seemed to close around him as he put more effort into running. He did not feel the fatigue of the effort, as if his body was able to guide him farther than he had ever dreamed. He felt as if his dreams were fighting against the machines inside his head, like adversaries.

Then a strange door, then the light of torches in an old place, malignant and abandoned. He did not even try to stop before the huge monsters that ran to meet him, he knew he was not strong enough to fight them. He raffled them, sliding away from his fearsome claws. With speed he approached a balcony, jumping over it, and abandoning himself to the void with the assurance that he would be safe.

During the fall, before him, a beautiful landscape was rising. Two beautiful moons, bright in the starry sky of a mountainous land and full of life, illuminating the water that waited beneath its fall.

The water was freezing, but he felt more alive than ever. I was free. A voice, a call from someone who was looking for him. He did not know who he was, but he was looking for him, guiding him to the surface.

He raised his hand above his head, swimming toward the light of the moons. Then he could feel it, a strong and warm grip that took him out of the frozen solitude under the water, receiving him in the warmth of a hug.

Bill woke up screaming, babbling some incoherent words. Tears ran hot down her cheeks, and the pressure in her chest did not allow her to breathe. It felt good, and bad. Pain and happiness, both coexisted in his heart, why did he hurt so much? He did not even remember who was calling him off the surface, in the dream.

So why did he feel so bad, as if he had returned with something or someone he had lost?

Instead of denying the tears, he allowed them to run freely, whimpering for that anguish, and for that being who did not know if he had managed to find him in his dreams. There was no point crying for a dream, and he did not care. The overload of emotions was stronger for his sleepy sense of reason, confused and too tired to understand it. When he finally calmed down, he saw on his alarm clock that it was barely 3:30 am. He collapsed on the bed, exhausted and tired, he was not able to understand that before falling asleep again.

Upon awakening, his whole body ached, he felt as if a huge anvil had been thrown over his body, and it took him several minutes to remember why he was awake. I had the feeling that I had not been able to sleep well. Then he managed to remember that perhaps his powers as a sorcerer were back with him.

That was the only reason why he decided to get up that day as soon as he could wake up enough to think coherently, since he had proposed to try again after so many years. That afternoon in his high school there would be an event with food to observe the moon, and therefore, it was the day when more energy would be available. Sleepy, he yawned as he pondered sitting on his bed. If he wanted to get at least one small result before going to school, then he had to think of a word for his spells.

The phrase "bongopepinillo" came to him, but he discarded it with great speed. Even for him it was rather childish, after all, that had been a random phrase at the first moment when he began using his powers. He gazed around the room, hoping that a new idea would come miraculously to him. Then he saw the CD package of one of his favorite movies "Musculoso II"

Okay, maybe "Muscled" was not the best wizard phrase. I knew, however, anything was better than "bongopepinillo". He sat up and opened the volume of the sorcerer in the first pages, he had decided that the first thing he would try to do would be to levitate something light, like a book or something. He inhaled deeply and concentrated on the realization of the spell, unsure of what he hoped to gain from it.

"Very well ... Here we go, muscular!"

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing, the book on his desk stood there motionless, almost laughing at his misfortune.

He tried again, not even the leaves had moved with a breeze.

"Oh, come on!"

However, he was not going to give up so easily. He kept repeating that on several occasions, one less fruitful than the last. When he was about to give up, he tried one more time.

"Muscular!"

Then, as by some higher force, the book began to shine. It was first a bluish tone, almost imperceptible to his gaze, which intensified until it formed an entire halo around it. Then Bill raised his hand slowly, and gradually the book rose above the surface of the desk.

"Do not joke! Amazing!"

In his hullabaloo he almost dropped the book, and as if it were his most precious possession, he kept it floating a few centimeters above the ground.

Its powers. He had powers.

I still had powers !!

Weak, it was true, but they were there, dormant waiting to be used.

"Whojoooo!"

Unable to contain himself anymore, he shouted a shout of pure joy into the air as he leaped energetically. And then the book, which was still under his control, shot out around the room, throwing to the floor several boxes of video games and other belongings, to end up crashing into the head of the redhead, who fell to the floor of his room with a huge noise, growling because of the pain.

The last thing he saw was the roof of the place, illuminated by the morning light, and then he noticed his alarm clock on the night table, marking seven thirty in the morning.

Seven thirty.

... he was late for school.

Profiling an endless number of words that her mother would have reproached, she sat up violently and quickly dressed herself with the first thing she found at hand, cursing herself for becoming so absorbed in her new powers as for forgetting her schedules.

However, that day had been absurdly good. It did not matter if a locker had fallen on him, Bill felt encouraged as in a long time he did not remember doing it. I waited anxiously for a child to come in the afternoon, to conclude classes to go to the school playground, even if it was just to do something as simple as sit and wait for the moon to appear. Nothing could that day take away the hopeful and triumphant smile on her face, even if she got repeated calls for attention from the teacher, as she was with a drowsy and idiotic look in class when she should be paying attention.

He did not care. His powers were back, and that was enough for him.

Finally he was reunited with his companions and friends in the courtyard. The aroma of grilled hamburger meat filled the air, along with the music and the light conversation of the growing group of people. Even the teachers had decided to attend. For several hours I wait with a strange feeling fluttering in his stomach. He was undoubtedly nervous. His cold, sweaty hands trembled with emotion, and he smiled like a fool. What would happen? What if a portal opened? That was not possible, right? And even if it happened, I could not even tell if it was a Craneovania portal.

Even with all these insecurities, he found himself with a great hope that something would happen that night. I could feel it. Even his friends told him that he was even more cheerful than he already was.

The night came closed, and just for that occasion, I had even heard the rumors that they had agreed at the city hall to turn off most of the lights, for a better perception of the show. So the stars slowly came to be seen in the sky, illuminating it as Bill never remembered having appreciated before, only in the observatory. And yet, the white glow that tinted the darkness of the sky seemed even more special than usual, then the young redhead allowed himself to let his heart light up.

The moon appeared.

In the open night sky, the huge platinum star began its ascent through the darkness, which like two deep claws, born from the ocean, dispersed before its arrival.

His heart beat against his chest as if he had run a marathon for several hours. Slowly, the hours passed in the celebration while the moon took its place as the sole ruler of the night. Then it began to be dyed a subtle blue that then ended up engulfing the platinum color, merging with it. The people who had attended were silent, as if consumed by that supernatural beauty. His legs trembled and he might have fallen if it was not because he was leaning against a wooden bench.

The beautiful stele of celestial color was consumed in the center of the moon, and it expanded strongly, decimating itself in the night sky while the star remained of that color, dominating the skies.

Triumphant cries were heard from most of the people, while others took pictures and some others drank.

But Bill just felt cold.

That was all? And if so, then what was he waiting for? Did he think what, that there was going to be a huge portal through which Fangbone might enter, and he would apologize for leaving just like that so long ago? Was that really what he was waiting for, like a damsel waiting for his savior?

His body shuddered, this time not with joy, but with emptiness. He felt a void in his chest that threatened to swallow all light and hope he had imagined, even in the part he would never admit. A lump in his throat threatened to carry the tears and drop them, angry with himself.

She said goodbye to her friends, claiming that her mother would worry if she did not get home soon. It was a lie, he just wanted to walk. Walk and feel alone. Had he really been so naive?

While walking in the cool and deep world of the night, illuminated by those celestial rays, that guided him in the dark. Yes, it was true that his powers were back, but he knew, deep inside, that this was not what he had expected to happen.

He was an idiot.

He was an idiot for waiting for Fangbone to return, or for even hopeful about it. He was an imbecile to be deluded. His life on earth was good, he was sure of that. So, why did he want it back? He was angry at him, angry at leaving him, at choosing Craneovania above all they had lived.Even if a part of him knew well that this was not true, he did not want to think about that. I just wanted to be angry and frustrated.

"Hey boy, where are you going?"

"Leave me alone."

He had not even noticed that a group of boys until he heard their voices, probably older than him, had passed by his side on the way. I had noticed the smell of alcohol and cigarettes coming from them.

"I heard, we're talking to you, you little fool. So you talk to your elders? "

He cursed them inside. He stopped his step, turning to see them in the darkness. There were at least three subjects. Slowly the blood began to pump through his body, the hair on his body bristling at the thought of the threat approaching him.

"M -... look guys, I do not want problems. I do not have the phone on me, I do not have anything of value. Voucher? We do not have to fight "

"Oh? And who was talking about a fight? We just want to talk to you boy. You are very brave to go out alone at night. "

I hated it. The tone of voice, the voice itself of that subject disgusted him. He was angry, angry at those subjects for not leaving him alone, angry at Fangbone for abandoning him so long ago, and not even trying to contact him at any time, angry about always having to run, being the brain and still the weakest in front of others. He could not contain himself when the words sprang from his mouth.

"Then leave me alone, damn it!"

The moment he finished saying that, he regretted it. They did not need any more words, he could see that evil and ruthless tint in the eyes of those subjects. At a speed that his slowed brain could not comprehend, his body had already turned and he was running as fast as he could.

Behind him he heard the screams of his attackers, hunting him as if it were an animal. Inhaling, he ran faster, trying to think of some way to lose sight of them.

He turned into a corridor between buildings and houses, passing by some trash cans and throwing them along the ground. He heard the clang of metal against the ground as he pulled away, throwing behind him anything that worked as an obstacle, yet his attackers kept up the pace. He turned a corner, finding several meters ahead a huge wooden fence in front of him. Dammit!

Seeing no loopholes, he increased the capacity of his impulse and jumped, climbing over some garbage cans and taking a long stride towards a container. He almost lost his balance in the bullfight, mating all his strength to stay on his feet, and propelling himself. He held on to the fence, lifting his hips and his legs danced in the air, falling from the other side with a big bang.

His whole body ached, he was too agitated to repair the damage. Sitting up awkwardly, he continued running until his lungs burned and his legs gave way to exhaustion.

He stopped at the corner of a street, drowning in his own breath. He coughed, inhaling heavily.

"There is no longer where to flee, child."

He turned violently, two of the subjects had been left behind, however, the one that seemed his leader had been able to hunt his trail yet and when he was sure he had run at least ten blocks.

Then he noticed the celestial light that illuminated the dark face of his attacker, and remembered the moon.

Moon. Its powers. I could use them!

But I was barely able to lift a book without causing a disaster ...

Perhaps, what I needed was just to cause a disaster.

He concentrated on his powers, without even really being sure what he wanted to achieve, then concentrated on not killing the man accidentally.

"Come on, come on, you can! You have to do it!"

"Wow ... you're really weird, are not you?"

He could feel what he believed was the magic flowing inside him, like a huge pulse pulsing in his chest, purging out. He concentrated on directing it through his hands.

" MUSCLE! "

A huge torrent of blue energy erupted from his body, heading in the direction of the man. Then a wheel flew out of a nearby car and threw the subject against the asphalt. Bill focused on him, surrounding his entire body with the wake of energy.

Sweat dripped down his face, hitting his hair to his face, the scrapes and blows hurt him and his chest burned with a force that had never felt, at least not since he fought against the monsters of Drool. Suspending him, he moved the subject through the air, who did not stop screaming and insulting to be lowered, and threw it, stopping to strike against a lamppost.

The wake of celestial magic slowly disappeared, the young head of fire fell on one of his knees, although both ached from the previous fall in his unfortunate encounter with the fence.

His attacker remained motionless on the ground, completely knocked out. Bill sighed in relief. When his legs were strong enough to keep him on his feet, he started on his way, he was not far from home.

As he walked the adrenaline began to diminish, and then he could have a notion of the wounds scattered on his body. In general, the damage was not so great. His knees were bleeding from the fall, he had numerous scrapes and bruises, and probably tomorrow parts of his body would ache that he did not know he used when walking ... or breathing. Apart from that, he was fairly well.

Then he remembered why he was angry before. However, that feeling did not last long in his heart, as he soon began to have the growing feeling that he was still being watched. He looked around, there was no one in sight. He stopped to sharpen his hearing, unable to listen to anyone, he came to fear hearing in the distance the voices of the subjects who had tried to rob him, but in truth he did not hear anything.

If he thought about it, confronting them verbally and then running away had not been the best of his plans in a long time. Likewise, even if he had tried to reason, he probably would not have been unharmed without at least one good hit on his face and ribs, so even if it was not the best, he preferred that to being intimidated by a group of imbeciles. And the event with the car wheel was a huge demonstration that his sorcerer's powers were with him, that Drool had not left him empty of magic. Maybe now he could use them like he did not at the time.

But he could not shake the instinct that now, it was someone's new prey, or something.

So consumed was he in his thoughts, lost in thought, that he did not even notice the gentle flow of water under the river that ran beside him, he did not even notice that place so familiar to him. He could not feel it, because at that moment he swore that a shadow had passed close to him.

He turned around, tired of that situation. He would walk across the bridge to get to his house, and if that involved facing another thief or a huge dog or what the damned universe had him, then he would.

Arriving at the stone bridge he walked over it, noticing again that entity that used its agility to stay hidden among the shadows that the faint light of the blue moon did not reach to illuminate. He stopped halfway, closing his fists.

"Alright, I'm fed up! Whoever it is, or whatever, leave me alone! I had a lot for a day fighting with those morons! Just attack me and y- .. "

He did not finish his sentence, since when he turned to finish speaking, holding a sword that shone with softness and sharpness, a huge human figure, illuminated by the bluish light, stood at the other end of the bridge, observing him.

[magmaborne-a]

What are your muse’s aesthetics?

BOLD any which apply to your muse! Remember to REPOST! Feel free to add to the list!

[ COLORS ]  red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. rainbow.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops.

[ BODY ]  claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercings. tattoos.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls.

[ MATERIALS ]  gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ] grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains.

[ ANIMALS ] lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. juice. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon.burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ]  music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. freestyle. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycles. eating. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ]  lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. skirts. shorts. belt. sash.coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ]  balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. percussion. clocks. stages. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness. sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

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#( STUDY. ) – ❛ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡʟᴇᴅɢᴇ

[idoloatria]

What are your muse’s aesthetics?

BOLD any which apply to your muse! Remember to REPOST! Feel free to add to the list!

[ COLORS ]  red. brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. silver.gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. mint green. rainbow.

[ ELEMENTS ] fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold.steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset.dewdrops.

[ BODY ]  claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises.canines. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat.tears. feline. chubby. curvy. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercings. tattoos.

[ WEAPONS ] fists. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls.

[ MATERIALS ]  gold. silver. platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace.leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust.glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

[ NATURE ]  grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rainforest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds!. mountains.

[ ANIMALS ]  lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks.bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. werewolves. unicorns. pegasus. dragons.

[ FOODS/DRINKS ] sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer.coffee. tea. juice. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon.burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia.

[ HOBBIES ]  music. art. watercolors. gardening. smithing. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. freestyle. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video games. computer. phone.movies. theatre. libraries. books. magazines. cds. records. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycles. eating. climbing. running.

[ STYLE ]  lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers.jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. gorget. bracers. skirts. shorts. belt. sash. coat. jacket.hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup.

[ MISC ]  balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money.power.percussion. clocks. stages. photos. mirrors. pets. diary. fairy lights. madness.sanity. sadness. happiness. optimism. pessimism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies.loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs.

tagged by:  stolen  tagging: whoever wants to

#･ﾟ✧ LISIA — ( relevant ) #･ﾟ✧ LISIA — ( quizzes & fill in memes )

[theartjar]

Ideation and Creative Problem Solving - Journal - Week 5

March 12, 2019 - Tuesday

Lateral Thinking Lesson

Lateral Thinking, is the topic for this day, it’s a unique way of thinking of a solution that uses bizarre methods or elements that are normally not considered as logical way of thinking. We are given few questions that will exercise our lateral thinking. Here are the questions:

1.      You are driving down the road in your car on a wild stormy night, when you pass by a bus stop and you see three people waiting for the bus:

a.      An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.

b.      An old friend who once saved your life.

c.      The perfect partner you have been dreaming about.

Knowing that there can only be one passenger in your care, whom would you choose?

This question is something I have encountered before because my brother asked me about it. I remember clearly that I have answered the wrong answer the first time I heard this. I chose the old lady because I know my friend can still take the bus and he will understand me for it, and I can always meet the perfect partner if we are really meant to be. Because of that I can’t forget this question and the answer to it. So as soon as I finished reading the question, I immediately raised my hand and answered the question, that I would choose to let my old friend who once saved my life to drive and take the old lady that looks about to die to the hospital and ride the bus with the perfect partner I’ve always dreamt about.

2.      There are six eggs in the basket. Six people each take one of the eggs. How can it be that one egg is left in the basket?

This one is new to me, that made me wonder why I wasn’t able to encounter these kinds of questions when I was still in elementary and high school. I was able to encounter some but not this question. We all took our guesses but we still couldn’t answer why that one egg is still in the basket, until my quiet classmate answers the question that one took the basket with the egg still in it. That really made me laugh and I said to myself, “That’s right! Why didn’t I think of that?”

3.      A fire officer has 12 matchsticks lying in front of her. She removes just one of them. She now sees 9 in front of her. How is this possible?

We also took a lot of time to figure this out, we we’re all silent when we are trying to come up with the answer. No figured out the right answer, but I was able to know it before Miss told us because I searched it and was amazed by the answer. I was so busy thinking that it could be a trick question that I actually tricked myself and didn’t come up with an answer. The answer is that the matchsticks are forming the word “Nine” after 1 matchstick was removed.

4.      Three of the glasses below are filled with orange juice and the other three are empty. By moving just one glass, can you arrange the glasses so that the full and empty glasses alternate?

I wasn’t able to solve the question, but my classmate was quick in solving it. She pointed out that all we have to do is to pour the wine on the 2nd cup to the 5th cup.

5.      You have to choose between three rooms

a.      The first is full of raging fires

b.      The second is full of tigers that haven’t eaten in three years.

c.      The third is full of assassins with loaded machine guns.

Which room should you choose?

Most of us knew the answer to the problem that we’ll choose the second room because the tigers inside are probably dead because they haven’t eaten in three years.

6.      A man comes up to the border of a country on his motorbike. He has three large sacks on his bike. The customs officer at the border crossing stop him and asks,“What is in the sacks?”

 “Sand,” answered the man.

 The guard says, “We’ll see about that. Get off the bike.”

 The guard takes the sacks and rips them apart; he empties them out and finds nothing in them but sand. He detains the man overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to find that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. The guard releases the man, puts the sand into new bags, lifts them onto the man’s shoulders and lets him cross the border.

 A week later, the same thing happens. The customs officer asks, “What have you got?”

  “Sand,” says the man.

The officer does another thorough examination and again discovers that the sacks contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to the man, and the man again crosses the border.

This sequence of events repeats every day for the next three years. Then one day, the man doesn’t show up. The border official meets up with him in a restaurant in the city. The officer says, “I know you’re smuggling something and it’s driving me crazy. It’s all I think about. I can’t even sleep. Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?”

 What is the man smuggling?

Everyone took their time since it’s the last question, but after 4 minutes some of my classmates figured it out that it’s the motorcycle that is being smuggled by the man. I liked the lesson of today, I would love to challenge myself in answering similar questions so that I’ll be able to hone my lateral thinking skills.

We have continued our lesson regarding Lateral Thinking and introduced us to another methods as well, Divergent Thinking and Convergent Thinking. Divergent thinking is a task of creating unique ideas or solutions to a problem. While, Convergent thinking is practical application to come up with a single correct answer. For Divergent thinking we were tasked to rename 10 words, 5 words are given and we will come up with 5 words more and rename them as well and we have to be unique. Here are the words I worked on:

1.      Cloud - sky cotton

2.      World - Circular Habitat

3.      Classroom - Creative Factory

4.      Mobile - Wireless Telephone

5.      Sky - floating canvas

6.      Sword - sharp metal stick

7.      Seat - Butt Rest

8.      Aircon - Cold Air Dispenser

9.      Glasses - Wearable Lenses

10.   Keyboard - Alphanumeric buttons

For Convergent Thinking an example given was answering multiple choice questions. We also tackled Lateral Thinking and Vertical Thinking, and we are introduced to Edward De Bono’s book “Lateral Thinking”.

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